Woke up this morning.
Fucking confused as a mother.
Had the most realistic fucking dream about going to a bank in NY, somewhere on 211 right near Cheeseburger Paradise (which I didn't see in the dream, but I know in my gut that's where the bank was) to close out her account because she had overdrawn. And then I realized I had overdrawn my account too. Which I only realized after having along conversation, while Kelly argued with a nasty teller, with our driver.
Our driver, who was Captain Barbossa. Seriously. And apparently he wasn't the only pirate who had given people a ride to the bank cause there was another group of people who had a pirate driving them. Maybe the whole world was full of pirates/drivers. Fuck all if I know.
So I start to talk to a nice teller (sorry you got the bitchy one, Kel) but the bitchy one snapped at me that it was six, they were closing, and I wasn't a customer.
To which I got very angry; told her she was a very bad representative of this finacial institution, that unlike retailers a bank has a small chance at making a good first impression, and require the ability to attract a long-term customer base and that she was failing miserably at all of the above. I was a customer damn it!
So the nice teller told me not to close the account that I could fix it with my next paycheck and Kelly and I left.
Forgetting Captain Barbosa, who was, as I have said, our ride.
So we went back in and got him. He was slightly offended we'd forgotten him, but got over it when we saw the other group stealing their pirate captains car.
Yup.
I'm fucking special.
Had the most realistic fucking dream about going to a bank in NY, somewhere on 211 right near Cheeseburger Paradise (which I didn't see in the dream, but I know in my gut that's where the bank was) to close out her account because she had overdrawn. And then I realized I had overdrawn my account too. Which I only realized after having along conversation, while Kelly argued with a nasty teller, with our driver.
Our driver, who was Captain Barbossa. Seriously. And apparently he wasn't the only pirate who had given people a ride to the bank cause there was another group of people who had a pirate driving them. Maybe the whole world was full of pirates/drivers. Fuck all if I know.
So I start to talk to a nice teller (sorry you got the bitchy one, Kel) but the bitchy one snapped at me that it was six, they were closing, and I wasn't a customer.
To which I got very angry; told her she was a very bad representative of this finacial institution, that unlike retailers a bank has a small chance at making a good first impression, and require the ability to attract a long-term customer base and that she was failing miserably at all of the above. I was a customer damn it!
So the nice teller told me not to close the account that I could fix it with my next paycheck and Kelly and I left.
Forgetting Captain Barbosa, who was, as I have said, our ride.
So we went back in and got him. He was slightly offended we'd forgotten him, but got over it when we saw the other group stealing their pirate captains car.
Yup.
I'm fucking special.